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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.