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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.