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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.