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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.