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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.