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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.