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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.