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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.