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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
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.