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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.