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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.