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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.