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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.