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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.