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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.