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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.