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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.