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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.