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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.