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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.