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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.