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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.