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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.