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 Morocco and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.