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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.