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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.