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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.