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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.