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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Scientists,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.