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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Magazine,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.