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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.