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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.