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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Josef K,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.