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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.