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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.