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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.