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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Jandek,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.