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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.