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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Nico,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.