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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.