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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.