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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.