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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.