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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Television,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.