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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.