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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.