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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.