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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.