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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Can,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.