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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.