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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.