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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.