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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.