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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.