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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.