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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.