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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.