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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.