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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.