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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.