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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.