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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.