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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.