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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.