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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
John Cale,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.