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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.