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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
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.