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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Bill Near,
UT,
Japan,
Magma,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.