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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.