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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.