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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.