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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
CMW,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.