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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.