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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.