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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.