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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.