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 Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.