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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.