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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.