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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.