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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.