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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.