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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Ludus,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.