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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.