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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.