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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Can,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.