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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.