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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.