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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.