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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.