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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.