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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.