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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.