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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.