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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.