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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.