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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 808 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
UT,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.