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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.