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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.