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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.