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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Q65,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.