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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.