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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.