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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.