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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.