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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
PIL,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.