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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.