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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.