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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.