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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.