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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.