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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.