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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.