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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.