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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.