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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.