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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.