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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.