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 Japan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.