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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.