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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.