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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.