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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.