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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.