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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.