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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.