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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.