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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 B.T. Express 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.