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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Associates,
UT,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.