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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.