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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.