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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.