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 Romania 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Names,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.