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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.