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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.