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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.