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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Martian,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.