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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.