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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.