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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.