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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Faust,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.