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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.