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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.