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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sandy B 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.