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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
ABBA,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.