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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Wings,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.