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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.