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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.