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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.