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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.