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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.