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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.