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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.