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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.