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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.