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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
X-101,
Ice-T,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.