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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
the Human League,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.