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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.