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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.