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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.