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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.