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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.