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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.