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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.