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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.