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 Austria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.