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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.