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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.