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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.