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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Faust,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.