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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.