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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.