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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.