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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.