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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.