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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.