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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.