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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
CMW,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.