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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.