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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.