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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.