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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.