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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.