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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.