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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.