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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.