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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.