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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
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.