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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.