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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
10cc,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.