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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
EPMD,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.