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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.