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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.