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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.