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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.