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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.