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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.