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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.