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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.