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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.