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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Agitation Free 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.