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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.