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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.