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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.