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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Nas,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.