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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.