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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.