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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.