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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.