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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.