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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Franke,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.