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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.