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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.