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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.