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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Mars,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.