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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Doors,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.