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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Can,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.