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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.