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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.