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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.