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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.