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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.