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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.