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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.