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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.