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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.