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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.