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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.