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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.