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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.