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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.