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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.