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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.