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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.