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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.