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 China and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.