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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.