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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.