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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Lyres,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.