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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.