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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.