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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.