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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.