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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.