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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.