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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.