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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.