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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.