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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.