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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Organ,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.