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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.