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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.