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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.