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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.