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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Move,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.