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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.