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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Faust,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.