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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.