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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.