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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.