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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.