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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.