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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.