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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.