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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.