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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.