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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.