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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.