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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.