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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Q65,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.