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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.