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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.