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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.