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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Organ,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.