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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Fear,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.