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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.