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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.