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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.