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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.