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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Second Layer 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.