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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.