Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.