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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
MDC,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.