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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.