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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.