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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.