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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.