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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.