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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.