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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.