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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.