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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.