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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.