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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.