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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.