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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.