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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.