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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Index,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.