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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.