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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.