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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Fear,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.