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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Hoover 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Monks,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.