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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Qualms,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.