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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
ABBA,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.