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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.