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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.