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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.