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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
MDC,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.