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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
DNA,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.