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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.