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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.