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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.