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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.