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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Monks,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.