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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.