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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Cure,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.