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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.