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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.