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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Can,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.