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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.