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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.