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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.