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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.