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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.