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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.