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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.