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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.