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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
X-102,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Crime,
Visage,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.