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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.