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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Index,
Can,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.