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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.