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 Namibia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.