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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.