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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.