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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.