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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Stereo Dub 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.