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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.