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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.