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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Q65,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.