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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.