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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 the Human League to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.