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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.