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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.