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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.