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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Slits,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.