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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.