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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.