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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.