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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.