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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.