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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
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.