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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.