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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.