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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.