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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.