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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.