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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.