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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.