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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 MDC to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.