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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Can,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.