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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.