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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.