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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.