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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.