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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.