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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Slave,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.