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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.