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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.