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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.