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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.