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 China and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.