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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.