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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.