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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Fear,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.