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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
UT,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
CMW,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Litter,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.