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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.