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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.