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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Index,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.