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 Poland and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.