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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Hoover,
DNA,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.