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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.