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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Visage,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.