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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.