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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.