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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Brick,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.