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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.