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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.