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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.