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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.