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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.