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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Remains,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.