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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
PIL,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.