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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.