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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.