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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.