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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.