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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
10cc,
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.