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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.