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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.