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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.