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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Q65,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.