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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Ludus,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.