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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Television,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.