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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.