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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.