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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.