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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.