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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.