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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Chrome,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.