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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.