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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.