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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.