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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.