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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.