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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.