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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.