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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.