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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.