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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.