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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.