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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.