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 France and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
June Days,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.