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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Television,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.