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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
ABC,
JFA,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.