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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Human League to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.