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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.