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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.