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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.