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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.