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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.