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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.