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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Magma,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.