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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.