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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.