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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.