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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.