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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.