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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.