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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Nas,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.