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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.