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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.