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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.