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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.