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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.