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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.