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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Tomorrow 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.