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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.