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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Television,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.