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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.