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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.