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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Cure,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.