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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.