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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Shoche,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.