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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.