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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.