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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.