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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Mars,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.