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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.