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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.