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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.