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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.