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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.