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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.