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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.