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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.