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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.