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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.