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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.