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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.