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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.