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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.