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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.