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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Magma,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.