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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.