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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.