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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.