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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.