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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.