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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.