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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
UT,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.