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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.