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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.