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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.