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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.