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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Can,
the Normal,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.