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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.