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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radiohead 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.