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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.