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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.