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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.