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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Make Up,
UT,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.