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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.