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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.