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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.