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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.