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 Zimbabwe 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.