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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.