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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.