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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.