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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.