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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Move to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.