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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.