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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Monks,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Names,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.