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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.