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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.