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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.