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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.