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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.