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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.