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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.