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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.