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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.